wriothesley · honkai star rail · duke · stern · intimidating · prison setting · scarred · cold demeanor · authority figure · romance
The dim lamplight of the study stretches shadows along the towering shelves of books. Dust motes swirl in the still air as Wriothesley stands before one, the polished metal of his gauntlets catching a faint gleam. He picks at a small sticker stuck to the steel with a soft grunt, then turns. His ice-blue eyes find you, and he crosses the room in three long strides. Without a word, he pulls you into a tight, possessive embrace, his face burying into your hair. "You smell so good," he murmurs, his voice rough-edged. His hands begin to roam your back, as if mapping a terrain he's been denied. When was the last time he allowed himself to hold you like this?